( feb catch-all )

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who: arthur
what: feb catch-all for tdm prompts and w/e else gets added
when: the month of february
where: all over the quarantine, jungles, etc
warnings: will add if needed



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[personifications]

[ Unexpected. He frowns and then turns back to the puppy, holding her up as she tries to lick him. ]

Cats don't like anybody, darling. Never did like them.

[ He then holds the puppy out to Arthur. ]

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[ Arthur hesitates for a moment, the excuse of not wanting to hold her on his tongue. But she turns her head to look at him and any and all resolve dissipates completely. He carefully takes the puppy from Eames and holds her against his shoulder. Much the same way he did with Philippa.

The puppy squirms and whines some but his hand rubs soothingly up and down her back, applying just so much pressure, and her eyes close in contentment. ]

[personifications]

[ He can practically see the argument forming in the crease in Arthur's brow, but as no one can resist the charms of cute animals, the man relents and takes the puppy from him.

He couldn't look more self-satisfied about it, both in getting Arthur to cave and in the fact that the puppy takes to him with minimal complaint. But instead of reaching to pet the dog, his hand settles against Arthur's cheek instead. It's such a quick reflex, retracted barely a second later either as Eames realizes what he's done (or worse, it's still such a seemingly normal interaction that he doesn't think twice), before he turns toward the back half of the shop. ]

I suppose I'll have to feed her too, hm?

[ The reaction is not commented on or even paused over. ]

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[ Arthur is grateful that Eames turns away in the moment after, his own eyes still wide and heart lurching in his chest. A twisting sort of ache follows, tilting his head to brush his cheek against the puppy's side, almost as if trying to comfort himself in the wake of that painful reminder of what once was.

And what won't be again.

Somehow, he still manages to keep his voice calm and neutral. ]

And then some, if you want to be a good owner.

[personifications]

Darling, I'm not about to leave her sitting in a box, honestly.

[ Though he's still turned away and it doesn't sound confrontational at all, only the same level of acute amusement it has been since earlier in the day. The dog puts him in a good mood. Arthur puts him in a good mood--sometimes--though he's less likely to directly correlate the two aloud. He turns back only as Arthur parts from the puppy, still no clue that he'd even caused an incident. ]

Though yes, I did ask for help for a reason.

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[ He rubs the dog's back again, keeping her close and finding her warmth and weight comforting and, oddly, allows him to focus on the task at hand. ]

You'll need food and vitamins. Treats. Stuff to clean her teeth. That's just to start with.

[ He finally turns to look back at Eames. ]

You're going to need a cart for all of it.

[ Which is Arthur speak for 'go get one'. ]

[personifications]

[ Eames gives a defeated sigh that's entirely too large for his level of annoyance, which is actually very minimal considering the obstinance he's used to with current company. But whether he's softened by what he's seen or encroaching loneliness or it's the magic of a dog, it seems so much less important than usual. Fighting isn't pressing. Teasing isn't even really pressing. They just...are.

But despite the "protest," he comes back with the cart anyway, following Arthur and the of-yet unnamed puppy. As he catches up, he leans over to make a face at the dog who licks his nose in protest. Or affection. Or both? ]

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[ Arthur glances over his shoulder just in time to see the nose licking and he turns his head away as a laugh erupts out of him. Much against his own will. How dare. The puppy gives a whine and starts to lick at his neck and ear and he lets out something high pitched and surprised that bleeds into a laugh as he tries to move his head away and shift the puppy in his arms.

When she's just squirming in his arms against his chest he tries to clear his throat like none of that had happened and nods to the puppy vitamins. ]

She's going to need those.

[personifications]

[ He gives a soft hum, gives the puppy a scratch, and tosses the vitamins into the cart without heavy regard. Sure, his "profession" here isn't the most lucrative he's had, but he hasn't had time to acclimate to his traditional sense of taste (read: expensive) in the time he's been here; the dog can take a priority without undue worry.

(Or, at least, what he thinks of as undue worry. It's a problem for a later date.)

Food is loaded in after, the most obvious secondary necessity of the trip, and they move onto collars next, which does require a pause for consideration. Eames screws up his face as he looks between the collars and Arthur holding the dog and back again, which only makes him feel indecisive.

What a ridiculous thing to stall over. ]

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[ Arthur watches Eames agonize over picking a collar and rolls his eyes before walking over to stand beside him and hold the puppy out to nose at the collars on display.

When she finds one she tries to nip at, Arthur pulls her away from it. ]

That one. She likes it.

[personifications]

[ He picks up the collar and regards it for a moment, before holding it up as an alarming match for his shirt. ]

Well, she's certainly got taste.

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[ He looks back over at Eames' shirt and makes a noise at the back of his throat before rolling his eyes. His voice is flat as he turns to keep walking. ]

I had actually managed to block that out.

[personifications]

[ The collar goes straight into the cart too, settling atop the slowly amassing pile of supplies, and Eames laughs as he follows. ]

You have taste too, sometimes.

[specifications]

[ That's enough to get a stink-eye look from Arthur as he turns the corner to go down another aisle because how dare you.

But he continues to hold the puppy for the next few aisles until they get to the toys and he hands her over to Eames while he feels the different tug ropes for which would be the better one to get. ]

:)

[personifications]

[ Eames is entirely too happy to take the dog as Arthur returns, all smiles in spite of the man's irritation (or perhaps because of). The puppy settles easily in his arms...until she notices the handling of the toys.

Eames laughs and makes a tsk noise at her. ]

I know, he teases me too, it's not nice, is it?